Otto had to admit, the fighter had done a good job. Unfortunately, he ended up losing and being disqualified. The winner wielded a blade, so Otto could not really learn anything from the fight besides maybe fighting against it. He would have to find away to gain more experience fighting against a blade, hopefully his next opponent was a blade wielder, that would be perfect for him.

Light rained down from the sky, that must have been the his Deity calling him back to his domain to scold him or something. He hoped he would never have to go through that, especially since his Deity was not the friendliest, it would be real bad if he lost. After the man disappeared into the sky, Otto focused on the rest of the world around him. Otto could not lie to himself, the gods really out did them selves, for a battlefield, it was beautiful. Large grass court, high stone walls, seats like the Colosseum in Rome.
After all champions left the field of battle, Saint Peter as they called it, stood on a rock and announced who would be going next. His voice projected through magic.

"Mifune, of Ketsueki mūn! And... Otto Aletho, of Die'Erde!"

Otto sighed, well it was his turn already, Otto walked out of the locker room and out onto the battle field. He covered his face from the the bright sun, and waved to the crowd nervously as they screamed and booed. Saint Peter explained the rules and yelled for them to begun. Otto bowed in respect to his opponent and began to dance and jump around. Waiting for his opponent to strike first.